User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160131070425/@comment-26024035-20160426224455

It didn't even take a moment for Serrano to decide. "Leave 'im." He ordered, his voice sounding sick and wavery. "Bard... Bardlin'a already dead. If there aren't any other traps around, though," His voice began to sound slightly more confident as he nodded his head, looking away from the skewered lieutenant. "you c'n end his misery."